After a few days with them, Marie finally had a meeting with Professor Xavier. The result of their meeting had her enrolled in school and a room in the dormitories. Cynthia was happy to have her room back. Moira promised Marie that their door was always open to her as she left. Marie and Kurt spent a lot of time together in the past days, and she knew they'd still see the girl often.

The call they'd been waiting for came late one evening. It was a school night, so the kids were in bed. Moira and Azazel were just getting in themselves when Charles contacted them to let them know Magneto had called. Azazel popped over to the school quick to speak with him, then came back in a near panic. Wanda had gone into labor. Moira jumped out of bed to throw on some clothing, and as Azazel gathered a few things, she went to wake her son.

"Kurt," she whispered, shaking him a bit.

"Mmm," he sighed, his eyes slitting open. "What?"

"We have to go," she told him. "Wanda's having the baby."

He grunted and rolled over, then he took a deep breath. "Get up Kurt," Moira insisted, pushing against him.

"Alright!" he sighed again, turning to put his feet on the ground.

"Get dressed and meet us in the kitchen in five minutes," she ordered. As she headed to the other room, she realized they had no one to watch the girls. Christine was old enough to take care of herself, but she didn't know how long they'd be gone, nor did she want the girls alone overnight. As she thought about this, there was a knock on the door. Azazel opened it to Charles on the other side.

"I figure you'll need someone to watch the girls," he smiled at them. "Don't worry, I'll stay here as long as you need."

"Thank you," she smiled at him. Azazel rushed in from the other room, a bag packed with what they needed.

"Ready?" he asked her.

"Yes," she looked toward Kurt's room, and the boy finally appeared wearing an oversized sweatshirt. She noted a flash of pink as he stuffed his hand into his pocket, clearly the small unicorn he'd been keeping in his room.

The three of them came together, and Azazel took their hands. Moira looked to Charles one last time. "We'll be in touch."

He nodded. "Good luck!" And they ported away.

~&Q~

They weren't greeted when they arrived in the garden. The three of them walked through it toward the manor. Moira held tight to her husband's hand as they came to the large doors leading inside. It took only one knock for it to be answered, by a tired looking Magneto. Moira found it odd that he answered, rather than one of the many mutants who worked for him. Though, this was a pattern. He always was their first contact. As if he were trying to keep the fact that her family were there a secret.

"She's been having contractions for the last few hours," he said, in lieu of a greeting. "But it's still new. The doctor is with her, and she's only a few centimeters. He says it will be a while."

Moira nodded. "How is she feeling?"

"Alright," he brushed her question off. "Let me take you to your rooms. I have them set and ready. I know it's late, you can rest up and I'll let you know if anything changes."

"We'd like to see her," Moira insisted.

Magneto sighed. "I'm not sure-"

"We want to see her," Azazel repeated, more firmly. His eyes locked with Magneto's, and there was a beat of silence.

"Very well," the man conceded. He turned around, and they followed him down the hall to a closed door. He opened the door, and they all entered a large, ornate room. Wanda lay in a bed in the center, a man in a white coat puttering around him, and an older woman sitting beside her. The woman looked familiar to Moira, but she wasn't sure she'd actually met her.

"Wanda," Moira smiled and moved to her side. "How are you?"

"Ok," the girl replied. "It hurts a lot, though."

"I know," she ran her hand over Wanda's head, pushing her hair back. What else could she say? Birth was the worst pain a woman could go through. She didn't want to lie and tell her it would get better. It was going to get much worse.

"Oh God," Wanda sighed out. "It's another one." Her face contorted as a contraction washed over her, gripping her stomach and rolling a bit. "Ow ow ow!" she cried, tears falling down her cheeks.

"It's ok," the woman held her hand tight. "Concentrate, Wanda. Don't lose control."

"It's too much!" she cried. Moira took a step back. She took a look to her son, who cowered in the corner, keeping his gaze away from Wanda in the bed.

Magneto swooped over. "I think it best if you wait outside," he told them. "Like I said, I can show you your rooms-"

"We'll stay here," Moira told him. "We don't have to stay in the room. But there has to be a room nearby."

He looked back to his daughter, and then to them. Leading them to the door, he indicated a room across the hall. "You can go in there. We'll keep you up to date."

Moira looked to her husband, who's face was full of worry, and led her family to the other room. Turning on the light revealed a small sitting room. Kurt went to the couch immediately, and sprawled out, laying his head on a pillow there. Moira took a chair, and Azazel stalked the room nervously.

"Kurt, give some room for your father to sit," Moira asked.

"Nyet," Azazel responded. "Rather stand."

They stayed in silence for a while. Azazel paced, and Kurt closed his eyes, seeming to go to sleep. Though he didn't, clearly, as they opened each time there was any commotion in the next room. They couldn't hear everything, but they could hear enough.

"It's exciting," Moira said, trying to make conversation. She looked to her boy. "In a few hours, you'll be a father, sweetie."

Kurt shrugged, and closed his eyes again. Azazel stood at the window, staring out. After a while, there was a loud shriek from the other room, and the furniture in their room shook. Moira jumped up. "What was that?"

"Her powers," Kurt said, his eyes still closed. "She isn't good with them. That's why Agatha is there, I guess."

Moira now remembered why the woman was familiar. Agatha. She'd met her the night Wanda came back. It felt like it had been lifetimes ago, but really it was only just over a year ago. "Who is Agatha?"

"She helps Wanda with her powers," Kurt rolled over onto his back. "Wanda was with her for a while when she was away. Agatha helped her control them."

There was another sound from the other room, and a similar shake. Azazel looked worriedly to his wife. She glanced to her son, who was closing his eyes again.

~&Q~

Holy crap, I haven't updated since September? I want to apologize to those who are following this fic (if there still is anyone!). I have really fallen off it, and been stuck with some severe writers block. I have more I've written, though, and I am going to finish up posting that, even if I never finish the fic :(. As always, I love hearing what you think of it!